Love letters. I write them in my mind, moving through my days. Seldom putting pen to paper, fingers to keyboard, thumbs to screen.

I write them for real, too. Though not as often as I think and feel them. I know the energy of Love and appreciation I am poetically conjuring reaches the souls and beings (and trees and moon) for whom I write them.

Yet, I'm reminded this week, as I received an added dose of written words, our connections are made richer, more intimate